I haven’t the vaguest idea. I’ve seen Joe Pro Bono around for years and would hate to see him suicidal, but if he is, that’s his decision. I’m not sure Free Republic would be the place I’d post a suicide note.

If he chooses to be cryptic, I’m not sure what we can — or should — do in pursuit of more detail.

We’re all gonna die anyways. America is finished. Savages and evil men will rule us. There will be death camps and oppression and purposefully-crafted avian flu plagues. We are through. It’s over. There’s no point to going on. All the morals, all the love, it’s all wasted and into nothing. There is no joy in America. Nothing is worth a damn. We should never leave our beds. There is no hope. Everything sucks and then you die and that sucks too. There is no reason to go on. We should all just die. I hate life and life hates me.

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posted on 06/13/2014 6:48:33 AM PDT
by Lazamataz
(Early 2009 to 7/21/2013 - RIP my little girl Cathy. You were the best cat ever. You will be missed.)

I don’t recommend it. I ran away from home and joined the circus when I was ten. Oh, the other kids had aspirations of being astronauts and ballerinas and firemen, but not me. I wanted to be The Cotton Candy Guy. Yeah, I know what you’re saying. That’s a pretty lofty goal for a kid with no shoes. I lost them shooting craps, but I digress. The thought of spinning and selling that pink, fluffy numminess filled my youthful brain.

“Cotton candy! Get yer cotton candy!”

I would wear my white paper cap and red and white striped jacket. Girls love a guy in a uniform.

Alas, as with so many youthful dreams, it didn’t work out. You don’t start out making and selling cotton candy. They start you out as the fitness instructor for the lions and tigers. This involves running around their performance cage as fast as you can in an effort to keep from being their lunch. I called OSHA and they just told me to run fast.
I asked the circus owner when I could start my training to be The Cotton Candy Guy. He said Harvard wasn’t accepting any more applications that year.
I ended up standing in the rain in Peoria trying to thumb a ride back home. My time in the circus did prepare me for the career that has given me wealth and fame......Hillary Clinton’s Personal Assistant.

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posted on 06/13/2014 7:49:54 AM PDT
by blueunicorn6
("A crack shot and a good dancer")

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